(We'll be forever loving Jah) we'll be forever (We'll be forever loving Jah) We'll never be blue Woah-oh, ya-ya-ya-ya, oy-oh Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Oh (we'll be forever loving Jah) Some, they say, see them Walking up the street

Oh, yeah, I'll still take you home So what do you know? Oh-woah, woah, woah Oh, you know nothing Yeah, but I'll still take you home Well, it's ever so funny 'Cause I don't think you're special, I don't think you're cool You're just probably alright But

Who's gonna save you When the stars fall from your sky And who's gonna pull you in When the tide gets too high Who's gonna hold you When you turn out the lights I won't lie I wish that I Woah, woah, woah oh Could be your superman tonight

This is gonna be the best day of my life My li-i-i-i-i-ife Wo-o-o-o-o-oh, wo-o-o-o-o-oh I'm never gonna look back Woah, never gonna give it up I had a dream so big and loud I jumped so high I touched the clouds I stretched my hands out to the sky We

Waterloo, knowing my fate is to be with you Woah, woah, woah-oh Waterloo, finally facing my Waterloo Waterloo, couldn't escape if I wanted to Waterloo, I was defeated, you won the war Waterloo, promise to love you for ever more I feel like I win when I

Oh, oh, oh, oh, woah I didn't have you under my tree this Christmas But I had you all over my wish list You're not under my mistletoe The weather outside is cold Lord knows I tried Under my tree this Christmas Oh-oh-oh-oh (Ear drummers)

I said she can be all, all that I'll ever need, Oh oh oh oh, petah long side j boog Oh oh, oh oh, with a sound from da sun yeah She's a sunshine girl lighting up my world She's to me she makes me say woah, woah, woah, woah, woah woah She so sweet it

On the mouth of the river On the mouth of the river (woah) And the wrath of the giver With the hands of a sinner And the wrath of the giver (woah) With the hands of a sinner (woah) Oh I am going under I am going under Oh the mouth of the river

That same old song (woah oh) Ride with us on Friday night See if we don't burn it up See if we ain't crankin' Hank Sippin' on a little somethin' strong I hear there's folks Tired of us talking about dirt roads Tailgates, tan lines and corn rows It sounds

Like the beginning of "Mean Streets" (Woah) like the beginning of "Mean Streets" Woah oh, woah oh, woah oh Like the beginning of "Mean Streets" (oh) I'm prolific, so gifted I'm the type that's gon' go get it, no kidding Breaking down a Swisher in front